Phoenix Town, Ancient Street.

After the rain, the sun shines from the sky and sprinkles on the neatly paved stone slabs, constantly reflecting the crystal clear luster.

On both sides of the street, willow trees are planted and flower pots are placed.

Spring!

Wicker has always grown in the most timely, those willows, hanging in the river, hanging in the water, swaying with the wind, waving in a circle of ripples, while some catkins like snowflakes, flying wantonly in the air.

Ye Bei was dressed in white, holding a picture scroll in his hand, quietly admiring this scenery.

After a long time, one ran by.

Beckon.

Pull the cart to a stop.

The coachman was a middle-aged man, with dark skin and a somewhat yellowed towel hanging around his neck, when he looked at Ye Bei, he was slightly stunned, but then showed a pair of neat white teeth: "Sir, do you want to take the car?" Twenty pieces, turn around the ancient city casually! ”

"Hmm!"

Ye Bei hummed lightly, and he agreed.

Raising his feet, he sat on the seat of the car with a somewhat rusty movement, his eyes were not on the coachman, but on the antique scenery of this ancient street, and he opened his mouth gently, cherishing words like gold, and reported a specific location: "Ancient Street!" Number 32! ”

"Yes, sir!" When business came, the coachman was very enthusiastic, trying to sell his legs, but his body was trying his best to keep it steady, trying to make the guests sit more comfortably.

trotted a hundred meters.

The driver always felt that he should say something.

This is his tradition as a coachman, chatting with customers and passing the time.

"Sir! You're out of town, aren't you? But your dress is really peculiar! Although the buildings in this ancient street are all imitations of the ancient style, many people come here to travel, are to review the history of our Huaxia country, but like you wear clothes, I see less! ”

The coachman spat and flew.

Ye Bei squinted his eyes and didn't answer, as if he didn't hear it.

The eyes are all on both sides of this ancient street.

As the carriage advanced, the classical buildings kept moving behind them.

Town!

Judging from the appearance, although it is very ancient, in Ye Bei's eyes, where is the former appearance?

On both sides of the street, there are fewer villagers setting up stalls.

There are more facades and modern costumes all over the streets.

There is less excitement in the market, and more sound of selling.

"Handmade pendants! Ten dollars a piece! ”

There were women in overalls shouting and shouting.

"Ancient town tour map, five yuan a piece...... Sir, do you want it? Mr. ......"

There are children, holding a stack of maps, and they ask when they meet people.

"Do you have a hotel?" I had a presentation that could be a lot cheaper......"

There are also some middle-aged aunts, who look a little sneaky, and always come to the ears of tourists from time to time and pop out such a sentence.

Ye Bei leaned on the cart.

Listening to these voices, my eyes became more and more indifferent......

This world has completely changed, and there is no going back to the time it used to be, the years are so ruthless, every hundred years, those familiar scenes, familiar people, will disappear, leaving him alone.

Ye Bei looked at it quietly......

Thoughts can't help but drift away.

100 years ago!

The ancient town is a real ancient town.

The one made of bluestone slabs, the one made of bricks, the lakeside guardrail.

That day!

It's also spring.

In the ancient town, there are green trees and warblers, and some sparrows fly by from time to time.

Ye Bei wore a white shirt and walked quietly on the streets of the ancient town.

The roadside is mostly a few villagers selling clothes, sweets, and performing acrobatics.

Ye Bei walked to a gallery.

The master inside is a young man, dressed in plain cloth and holding a wool pen.

"Guest officer, do you want a portrait?"

Seeing Ye Bei, the young man was painting a young girl, his expression was focused, and he asked softly.

Ye Bei didn't answer.

Just quietly watching......

The young man's drawing skills are very good, and the girl is lifelike, with a smile on her eyebrows.

A full hour had passed, and the painting had been finished, and the girl took the portrait, admired it to herself, and then left satisfied.

"Guest?"

Only then did the young man set his eyes on Ye Bei, and his voice was a little puzzled.

"I dictate, you paint!"

Ye Bei calmly spit out six words.

"Absolutely...... In this world, there is no painting that I can't make! "Young people are full of confidence.

Ye Bei's eyes were indifferent, even if he heard this affirmative answer, his face did not fluctuate in the slightest: "That's a good ......"

That day was the most words Ye Bei had said since his life.

With his memory, he recalls carefully and slowly narrates......

The young man, his eyes were condensed and concentrated, and he did not dare to be careless.

That painting...... It took six hours to draw.

By the time the painting was finished, the young man was already drenched and on the verge of collapse...... However, looking at the masterpiece that bloomed from his hand, and looking at Ye Bei's perfect face again, he smiled with satisfaction.

"Guest! She's your lady? The young man asked curiously.

Ye Bei took the painting: "There are only three sides of the old man......"

Young people are confused!

Ye Bei no longer answered, and was ready to pay for the painting, but the young man refused: "It is an honor to be able to make such a beautiful portrait in this life...... This is a first-class painting, which was completed by the guest officer and me, how can I charge for the work? ”

"Good!"

Ye Bei was no longer polite, and rolled up the drawing paper and put it away.

"Guest officer, if you have a fate, please come back again! In the next wish to paint for the guest officer again. ”

Seeing that Ye Bei wanted to leave, the young man spoke.

"Good! In 100 years, I will come back again......"

Ye Bei left leisurely, leaving only such a sentence.

The young man who heard this was puzzled, thinking that he would be alive after a hundred years...... Shaking his head slightly, he entered the store, closed the door, was too tired, and fell asleep on the kang.

Here the memory comes to an abrupt end.

On the seat of the cart, Ye Bei retracted his gaze, looked at the scroll in his hand, and whispered to himself: "Old man, it should still be there!" ”

The coachman talked for a long time, and when he heard Ye Bei say such a sentence without a head or tail, he felt more and more that the young man in the car was very strange.

However, this did not dampen his interest.

While wiping the sweat from his forehead, he continued to introduce: "This ancient street has a history of hundreds of years, and there are many delicacies here!" And the most special thing about the ancient street is the beauties here, every New Year's holiday, they will wear special national costumes and sing and dance! That scene is very beautiful! And you came at the right time, sir...... Three days later, it is the spring equinox, when the ancient street will hold a folk dance, and I heard that there are antique auctions, all foreigners! ……”

"Hmm!"

Ye Bei was disturbed by these voices, and finally opened his mouth and answered.

The coachman was overjoyed.

I felt that this boy must have a story and wanted to continue to tell it.

But...... Ye Bei didn't give him a chance, but reminded him softly: "No. 32 Ancient Street!" It's here! ”

Ahead!

is a gallery.

At the door, on a small bamboo chair, sat an old man in his seventies.

He has gray hair, wears reading glasses, and is using a paintbrush to carve a beautiful scenery of Spring Mountain......